Stede sits up and Edward knows he can't keep sitting there and feeling sorry for himself. He knows that he's done unforgivable things in his anger. Maybe if he just continues to lay here and give Stede a wig pair of wet, sad eyes, he'll forgive him? No- stupid. That would be stupid.
Edward pushes himself upright, slowly. He recounts the memories as he tugs the towel closer around himself and sits cross-legged on the couch, hair in his eyes.
"Got rid of the boy, first." he mutters. He had to... Lucius was the only person on board who would have stood up to him. Who would have saw through him. Who could have talked him down. But he was more than that too, he was a reminder. A reminder that Edward took his advice, opened himself up to Stede and showed him his softer sides, sacrificed the leather and the cool guy routine to instead just be with him, and he still ended up a pathetic, sad old man who would die alone in a puddle of his own piss.
"Then your things. Tossed them all overboard just like him. Half the time I thought it was just in anger, but in the back of my head I hoped, just maybe, you'd follow the breadcrumbs back to me." he shook his head, hissing out a breath of air when he realizes how fucking stupid that sounds to say out loud.
"Then the rest of them. Most of them. Left 'em to rot on some remote fucking island that probably doesn't even have a name." a beat, and then in a more amused tone: "There's also the whole toe thing, but you probably won't care about that."
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Edward pushes himself upright, slowly. He recounts the memories as he tugs the towel closer around himself and sits cross-legged on the couch, hair in his eyes.
"Got rid of the boy, first." he mutters. He had to... Lucius was the only person on board who would have stood up to him. Who would have saw through him. Who could have talked him down. But he was more than that too, he was a reminder. A reminder that Edward took his advice, opened himself up to Stede and showed him his softer sides, sacrificed the leather and the cool guy routine to instead just be with him, and he still ended up a pathetic, sad old man who would die alone in a puddle of his own piss.
"Then your things. Tossed them all overboard just like him. Half the time I thought it was just in anger, but in the back of my head I hoped, just maybe, you'd follow the breadcrumbs back to me." he shook his head, hissing out a breath of air when he realizes how fucking stupid that sounds to say out loud.
"Then the rest of them. Most of them. Left 'em to rot on some remote fucking island that probably doesn't even have a name." a beat, and then in a more amused tone: "There's also the whole toe thing, but you probably won't care about that."